"What's Rae short for?" He continued before tossing his friend the keys to his car. When he unlocked it she noticed the matte black Trackhawk was in the same parking lot. "Wouldn't you like to know." She leaned against the door of her car realizing he wasn't ready to wrap up their conversation so quickly. He stood his ground with a smirk tucking both hands into his pockets. "I'm asking." He shrugged, playing off his curiosity. "What's Baby short for?" She returned the question hesitant to give him her name since she didn't know his. "Josiah." He didn't hesitate. The name fit him like a glove. "Raegan." She granted, through her doe eyes. ❃ She wasn't looking for love, neither was he, what they needed was healing, but love has a funny way of forcing itself into the mix. Both self-made and self-sustaining, these young entrepreneur's cursed themselves with tunnel vision for their futures. Raegan and Josiah were perfect strangers until they find their fates intertwined and their souls infatuated. From what was supposed to be a fun night on the town, into a whirlwind of lust, lies, and most importantly, love. Will they run from their undeniable chemistry or let love mend their wilting hearts? PLAYLIST LINK IN BIO!!!!

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're so wet for me, baby," Dante mumbles. "Now spread your fucking legs," when I do, he whispers "you're so obedient, such a good girl." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava has it all - everything paid for by her millionaire mother, Katy an amazing friend, and now a sexy bodyguard watching her every move. But once Dante walks into her life, things start to change. Her life is in danger and they are constantly on the run - but from what? Ava wonders. What does her mother really do for a living? Dante, Ava's new bodyguard, has a dark past he's not willing to share yet. He's been assigned to protect her and nothing more - he's been forbidden from telling her the truth, from forming any relationship with her and from hurting her. Unfortunately, he seems to be failing at all three. What happens when their fates intertwine further than expected and love begins to blossom? Will they make it out alive? Or will their desire turn sour once Ava learns the truth - about everything. #10 in curvy girl (22/9/23) #32 in forbidden romance (22/9/23) #98 in bodyguard (22/9/23) #218 in sexual (23/9/23) [WARNING: this content is designed for a mature audience. This story contains violence, blood, swearing, sexual references as well as assault. If you find these topics uncomfortable please do not read. Also please note all characters and the story line are fictional] [COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: all images in this story are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended. Cover art by 🦢 found on Pinterest] ~ authors notes ~ I'm a beginner writer so this won't be the best but I plan to improve as I write more!

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book contains abusive and mature content. And a very toxic relationship. And Stockholm Syndrome. ONLY AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD AND INKITT SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS - A MAFIA NOVEL Helena Williams is eighteen. She's a cosmic girl who reads omens in the stars, quaintly believing in spirits and unseen forces. She doesn't know she is the last heir of the Drakon family, a dynasty feared for power that outlives empires. Drakon women are said to be like dolls, perfect, and untouchable, and Helena is no exception. She has no name worth remembering, but a face. Antonio Alessi does not believe in stars. He writes his own fate. Ruthless isn't an insult to him; it's a creed. He feeds from power, thrives on success, and is drawn first to Helena's beauty, that flawless, and porcelain face. Soon he finds out more about her bloodline, her power, her legacy. He knows exactly what she is worth. They are opposites, selfless and selfish, hidden and infamous, peace and power. Yet the cosmos is cruel. Like two poles meant for each other, their worlds collide. Helena cannot repel. She cannot run. Every road loops back to Antonio's arms. To him, she isn't a girl but power, an uncut gem to possess. He opens his arms not only to cherish her but to claim the legacy she doesn't yet know she carries. But what if the cosmos turns the tables? What if the secrets spill, and the man who worships power finds it shattered like porcelain, replaced instead with something far more dangerous: love, and endearment? Started: 01.09.2019 Completed: 26.01.2020 [EDITED] ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️ IF YOU PLAGIARISM MY WORK I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTION IF NECESSARY #1 in darkromance (28.12.2019) #1 in cruel (13.01.2020) #1 in mafia (22.02.2020) #1 in forcedlove (20.05.2020)

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

Jada sit up pon di counter, legs cross, one hand under her chin, just watching him move. Her eye dem nah shift, nah blink. And just when she tink it couldn't get no worse... He walk over to her and gently slide one a her favourite chocolate bar inna her hand. "Mi know yuh love dem one yah," him say wid a wink, then walk back to di stove. Jesus. Her thigh dem clamp together instantly. She suck in one deep breath, then exhale shaky. "Yuh alright over deh so, doc?" Him tease as him stir di sauce again, not even turning round. "Mi good..." she lie, biting into di chocolate bar like it could help. But really, all she did waan bite was him. Di man too damn fine. From di curve of his back to di way di ink lick across him skin. And every now and then, him pants slide just a inch lower - teasing di waistband of him brief - and her eye dem nearly pop out. Her body a betray har. Har nipples stiff under di T-shirt, and har pussy... Lord God. She shift pon di counter, trying fi fix herself - but it only mek it worse. Lenox glance back and see how she shift. Him smirk. "Yuh sure yuh good?" This time, him voice deeper. More deliberate. Jada swallow hard. "Mi fine." Lie again. Straight lie. He turn down di flame pon di stove, wipe him hand, and walk back over to her. Him step between her legs, both palms pon di side of her thighs now, rubbing slow. "Yuh nuh look fine," him murmur. "Yuh look like yuh a suffer." She blink up at him, lips parted. "And yuh deh yah, sweet up di place, drop chocolate, and a tease mi wid yuh back muscle dem... mi a try focus pon dinner and yuh a tempt mi." she admit. Him lean in, lips brush her ear. "Mi a tempt yuh?" him whisper low and wicked. She nod slow, biting her lip. He chuckle deep and dark, then kiss her neck once. "Eat yuh chocolate, love. Dinner soon done. Den mi deal wid every single ting yuh body a beg mi fah." And just like dat - him walk back to di stove.

"Mi warn yuh - love mi, and it will kill yuh." Eighteen-year-old Tahlia Rae Blake is the golden girl of uptown Kingston - , perfect curls, and a last name that opens doors. But behind her family's guarded gates and Sunday smiles is a life choked by expectations, control, and secrets. She's tired of being the good daughter. Tired of playing perfect. Then she meets Nazir "Brickz" Johnson - the most feared name in Spanish Town's underworld. Cold. Charismatic. Deadly. He's everything her mother warned her about, and everything Tahlia can't seem to stay away from. What starts as a reckless thrill spirals into a dangerous obsession. Nasir gives her freedom, fire, and the kind of love that makes rules disappear. But loving him means shootouts, enemies, lies - and blood on the pavement. As turf wars erupt and betrayals close in, Tahlia has to face the truth: Is this love strong enough to survive the streets - or is she just another no good ting in the way?authoredbymowana